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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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“Huu…”
He leaned against the subway entrance and raised his head.
Drip. Drip. Blood fell from his chin and fingers.
It was already night.
He wanted to check the time, but his entire body was soaked in blood, and he didn’t want to take out his phone.
He would check it when he got back.
He flicked his swords to remove the blood and sheathed them.
Swish. Shing Click
The human beasts he’d killed today…
He wasn’t sure how many, but he had gained 14 levels.
It meant he had killed over 260 since acquiring the new specialization.
With two ways to gain kill counts, the number he killed each day had significantly increased.
He’d shot over 70 arrows.
The 30 or so arrows he’d originally brought had duplicated, gradually increasing, and he still had a couple left after shooting over 70.
He was too tired to count exactly how many.
He was exhausted after spending the entire day shooting arrows and swinging swords.
Even with the HP skill, archery consumed more stamina than he’d expected, and his back and shoulders ached.
It was probably because he wasn’t used to it yet.
After shooting a thousand arrows or so, his body would adapt.
He opened his status window as he walked back.
He’d gained 10 stat points from today’s raids.
His Sense was currently at 5.
But his Spirit was at 71.
…Awkward!
That 1 point was bothering him.
He would raise it enough for one more use of Accelerate.
He set his Spirit to 75 and Sense to 11, then closed the status window.
His stats were finally reaching double digits. Considering he only had 1 Accelerate when the apocalypse started, it was remarkable progress.
With the addition of Wild Hunter to his existing specializations, his combat style had changed considerably.
He no longer lay around doing nothing until Accelerate recharged, then went out and slaughtered hordes.
He would attack a horde, then create some distance.
And shoot arrows.
His stats recovered 1 point every 5 minutes, so he could shoot one arrow every 5 minutes, 12 arrows an hour.
After doing that all day, he’d actually gained more kill counts from shooting arrows than from using Accelerate and his swords.
As a result, he had only been able to kill 135 human beasts per day with three raids using Accelerate and his swords, but with the addition of ranged combat, that number had easily more than doubled.
Melee and ranged.
The combination of the two attack methods.
It wasn’t bad for his current situation, where he needed to focus on leveling up.
Considering he gained 1 level for every 20 kills, his leveling speed was quite fast.
The only problem was that, based on his calculations, he could get over 160 kills per day with just archery if he raided all day, but he didn’t have enough arrows.
He couldn’t carry 160 arrows around with him.
He would have to carry a whole bundle of arrows on his back.
Besides, he didn’t even have 160 arrows stored in the wooden basket in the building.
He had to rely on the feather band, which duplicated three arrows per hour, and frankly, that was too slow.
He wished he had more arrows.
Still, he was killing far more than before, and he was able to venture deeper into the subway, so he figured he would be able to retrieve many of the arrows he’d shot by tomorrow.
As he approached the supermarket building, Tae-young, who was on guard duty on the second floor, opened the shutter to greet him.
“Welcome back. You’ve worked hard, Sung-hoon.”
…Hmm.
He seemed even more formal than before.
“Yes. Have you eaten?”
“Ah, yes. I had kimchi jjigae. You should eat too, Sung-hoon.”
He smiled and nodded.
“Yes, I should.”
As he entered the building, he heard a thwack and a whoosh.
He stopped and looked towards the sound.
It was coming from inside the supermarket.
Several people were standing there.
Holding bows.
They were practicing.
Rattle-
Hearing the sound of the shutter closing, he walked towards the supermarket.
He knew he should wash up first since he was leaving bloody footprints everywhere, but he wanted to see what they were doing.
He opened the supermarket door and stepped inside. Everyone turned to look at him.
Soo-hyun, Ye-eun, Jung Eun-seo, So-eun, Hoon, Jun-hyuk, and Han-tae.
Seven people.
“Oh, Oppa. You’re back?”
Soo-hyun and Ye-eun hurried over to him.
He smiled at them and looked past them.
They had apparently brought a ramen box from the storage room on the third floor, reinforced it with thick tape, and placed a pillow in front of it.
Pillows were readily available in the bedding section of the supermarket, so they were using them as targets.
He smiled and said,
“You were practicing?”
“Yeah. It’s fun! But I haven’t hit the target even once yet.”
“I tried too, but I couldn’t even get close to the target. It’s really hard.”
Soo-hyun seemed to be able to draw the bow fairly well.
Ye-eun, hmm, she seemed to lack the strength…
“It’s okay. You’ll get better with practice.”
Jun-hyuk and Han-tae were each holding a bow, standing in position.
It seemed they were taking turns practicing in pairs.
Jung Eun-seo and Hoon were also holding bows, waiting for their turn.
He nodded to each of them and said,
“I just came to take a look. Keep practicing.”
“Ah, Sir, thank you. We will.”
They bowed their heads in response.
Hoon.
It felt like just yesterday that he had been trembling with fear, but living here seemed to have boosted his confidence.
That was good.
He needed to be able to protect his family himself.
He looked at Soo-hyun and Ye-eun and said,
“Keep practicing. I’m going upstairs to wash up.”
“Oppa, Oppa.”
As he turned to leave, Ye-eun called out to him.
“Hmm?”
“Oppa, Han-tae baked baguettes this afternoon. Should I make you cream cheese pasta with baguette tonight?”
“Sounds good. Have you two had dinner yet?”
Soo-hyun shook her head.
“We were waiting for you to eat together.”
He smiled and nodded.
“Alright. Let’s go.”
Soo-hyun handed her bow to Hoon and came over to him. The two of them giggled and followed him.
Cream cheese pasta.
It had been a while since he’d had pasta.
“Khh…!”
He thrust hard, filling Ye-eun as he came.
Ye-eun moaned, holding him tight.
Her body trembled as she climaxed.
He immediately pulled out and grabbed Soo-hyun’s knees, who was lying next to them, and pushed inside her.
He pressed against her warm wetness and thrust.
A slick, warm sensation enveloped him.
“Ahh.”
Soo-hyun wrapped her arms around him.
Her ample breasts pressed against him pleasantly.
He had come inside Soo-hyun in the shower and just now inside Ye-eun.
It felt good.
He held Soo-hyun, slowly moving his hips back and forth, savoring the afterglow.
Soo-hyun’s face was flushed from being pleasured for so long.
Ye-eun, panting, got up and walked towards the kitchen. The slight sway in her hips as she walked amused him.
“I wonder if the pasta is soggy…”
They hadn’t drained the pasta or added olive oil; they’d left it in the pot full of starchy water while they’d been busy with each other for almost an hour, so there was no way it wasn’t soggy.
He smiled and said,
“It’s okay even if it’s a little soggy.”
Ye-eun pouted and looked back at him.
“It’s turned into udon. What should we do?”
Hmm.
“Cream cheese udon sounds delicious.”
Soo-hyun, who was beneath him…
Soo-hyun, who had been moaning softly and enjoying him with every thrust, giggled at his words.
Ye-eun giggled too.
They were laughing at something that wasn’t even funny.
The three of them laughed foolishly for a moment.
Well, whatever.
Dinner was cream cheese udon.
And that night.
In Ye-eun’s room.
They were about to fall asleep together in the spacious king-sized bed.
Someone knocked on the door.
A cautious knock.
“Sir? Are you asleep, Sir?”
The three of them stirred and woke up.
“Mmm… who is it…?”
Soo-hyun grumbled.
He laid the women back down, got out of bed, and put on his underwear.
Sir?
The only person who called him that was Hoon.
He rubbed his eyes and opened the door.
As expected, Hoon was standing there.
“Yes, what is it?”
“Sung-hoon, someone is here to see you.”
He heard rustling sounds behind him.
The women were getting up again.
He tilted his head.
“Me?”
Hoon nodded.
“Yes. Well, should I say Sung-hoon, or… I think you should be the one to decide.”
…Decide?
What was he talking about?
He scratched his head, yawned, and picked up his t-shirt and shorts, putting them on haphazardly.
Soo-hyun and Ye-eun were watching him.
“Oppa, are those people back again?”
“Should we come down too?”
He shook his head.
“It’s probably nothing. Go back to sleep.”
He left the apartment, and Jun-hyuk and Tae-young were standing behind Hoon.
Holding bows.
Hmm.
It seemed they were taking precautions.
Should he take his swords too?
…No.
With the others armed with bows, they could just shoot anyone who caused trouble.
He shuffled in his slippers towards the elevator.
The others followed.
Damn, he was yawning again.
He yawned and asked,
“What’s going on? Who’s here? Are the Cockroaches back?”
The men looked at each other and shrugged uncertainly.
“Well… they are from that group…”
Their expressions told him they weren’t sure how to explain it.
Ding
The elevator doors opened.
“Let’s go and see.”
“Okay.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When they reached the first floor, Jung Eun-seo was standing guard.
“Sung-hoon.”
“What is it?”
Jung Eun-seo approached him and said cautiously,
“They’re from that group, but they seem to be defectors.”
He narrowed his eyes.
He walked towards her and asked, tilting his head,
“Defectors?”
“Yes. They say they escaped. Ten women and three men. I don’t know if it’s true or if they have some other motive, so I didn’t open the door. I thought I should tell you first.”
…Escaped?
“Weapons?”
“None. They’re all empty-handed.”
They arrived at the shutter.
He nodded and said,
“Let’s see. Let’s see what they want.”
The men nodded and removed the metal pipes securing the shutter on both sides.
And they raised the shutter.
Rattle-
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